Someone's giving him a treat for existing? Anders' eyebrows climb his forehead at her answer. "My existing usually warrants the opposite of celebration. I guess there's a first time for everything."

That's touching. Honestly touching, no sarcasm involved.

"Daisy Johnson," he repeats. He's smiling before he realizes it, a heartfelt smile that shakes the dust off unused muscles in his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Anders." He gladly shakes her hand with the one not holding the cupcake, smile growing in size and amusement.

"No one's ever just given me a cupcake before. I thought the person moving into a new place was supposed to be the one getting housewarming gifts, not the other way around."